Goddamn, every once in awhile it just hits me right betwixt the tits. The entire paradigm of Facebook is just SO fucking HORRIFYING on so many different levels. I ask you, Mein Poppets:
Would you EVER throw a dinner party and invite your father, your mother, your step-mother, your mother-in-law, your adored college English professor, your favorite adult film star/now beloved friend, your ex-husband’s new wife, your hairdresser, your drug dealer, your gusband, all your best friends and classmates from 4th grade in Fresno, California, the fabulous broad who directed many of the films that influenced you the very most, your favorite Hoosier zinester, a delightfully illiterate ScotchGuard-huffing GOD, the cousin you made out with when you were 14, the head of comedy at a major network, your daughter’s high school principal, the broad who waxes your snatch, your worst frenemy, your genius writing partner, the minister who baptized your infant daughter, NELLIE FUCKING OLESON, and the guy you drunkenly banged on the hood of his Pantera in 1985 as if you were Tawny Fucking Kitaen in a goddamned Whitesnake video?
And yet…there you all are.
On second thought, now that I really think about it — I wouldn’t have it ANY OTHER WAY.